Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Ufological Rebellion of The Dead

A Stroll Into The Dark With The Undead

“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”
― Salman Rushdie

“It's not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that walks in us. It's all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we can't get rid of them.”
― Henrik Ibsen

"To have an answer does not necessarily constitute a solution"
-The Author

The Gate of Correspondences In Alien and Human Hauntings
1. The evolution of craft types over the centuries may represent both a very limited exhibition of opportunism and a lack of choice on the part of the actors inasmuch as they are parasitic in nature derived from  anticipation wrought from the host observer. In another words, not a tactic to be decided upon but rather a need taking advantage of what already exists in terms of a conceptual model  of the host. This corresponds to the many modalities of "personalities", images, and other variables one encounters where one anticipates it, in abandoned homes, remote woods etc much like the remote locations of close encounters with alleged aliens. One could carry this thought further and speculate that EVP recordings are also parasitic in nature, matching anticipation with a bank of information held by individuation as well as at their root, shared conceptual narratives from the human environment.. This goes beyond a feedback loop into choices made by the repetition of matches between the observer and the observed, by way of specific editing on the part of what is observed. There is very little of any "accidental" content.

2. The instantaneous appearance and disappearance of concreted images from #1 that is shared by both UFO phenomenon and ghost encounters.
3. The ability to walk through walls.
4. The ability to speak or communicate without an audible source, directly to the observer.
5. Energetic PSI effects.
6. The observed ability to glide rather than to walk in a strictly bipedal fashion.
7. Mixed messages, incoherent narratives supplied by actors dependent on what one anticipates hearing.
8. Sensations of an energized atmosphere. VLF or VHF tracings.
9. Atmospheric alterations in terms of humidity as related to temperature, at times, accompanied by #8.
10.  Various forms of possession as compared to abductions, the similarities therein.
11. Raised ambient electromagnetic activity.
12 Ghost creatures can range from dogs, to shadows of an exaggerated height, humanoid images taken from the local history, composite creatures, child like, etc just as in the variety of creatures observed in close encounters.
13. Interference with DC storage batteries (drainage )and other equipment. At time there can be interference with shielded cabling as well as some A.C equipment, and the distortion of magnetic fields.
14. A localized atmospheric smell described variously as sulfurous, rotten or acrid. 

Both UFO close encounters, at time share some if not all of these chief features and characteristics.

A Question of Disambiguation
What is an actor without a stage? Is it the stage that gives meaning to the actor? Without a set and setting for the animation of behaviorism, the script that arises from it is fairly worthless to living creatures and perhaps a quandary to the dead. The state of possession for the living is undoubtedly biology.

Are the phantasms of close encounters staged? Can the tools of the rational intellect be used to manipulate it?  More importantly, the question weighs on those who have been there inasmuch as we assume reality as we know it is an impervious solid object encased in a sort of amber.
I suggest it is not by any stretch of the most critically intellectual minds. Yet like the carefully arranged piano keys and the wires that conduct what is played upon in an order pleasing to the ear... have discord synthesized into a self ordering causation that is pleasing to the ear, nothing more and conceals the holes in this fabric.Yet these compositions of the mind may be simply self serving to the point wherein they are predictably prone to tampering, with an aim in mind. Perhaps the faceless chose their masks according to who is looking based on their cultural grounding, cross contaminating influences, all further divided by individuation. A kaleidoscope. Think of how simplistic it is to say because a creature looks like an alien, it must be an extraterrestrial and yet how long has a alternative, institutionalized wild goose chase been conducted simply on this premise? As a supposition, what if this wild goose chase is so? A fools errand, a trick of the light that conceals darkness? The narrative then becomes even more anomalous than seeing an actual extraterrestrial.

The Native Americans who perhaps have a longer history in regard to these wide variety of phantoms use such words as "shape shifter" or shin walker" to describe these camouflaged creatures. It is also interesting to note that to pay too much focus on their existence is to invite them to engage them in this game.. To speak of them in many tribes is an unspoken taboo, for this reason.
Also, one thinks of how interest in these sort of things moves in waves as does the corresponding "flaps" that follow as many minds are entrained to specific images, scenarios etc, as if one feeds the other accordingly which is also in line with many a native American belief. Simply coincidence? I suspect it is not in this odd variant of a player piano that unrolls a script for the digestion of the homeless vagrants of the psyche.

We have countless examples of this having happened and yet this may be a tail with a double twist in the narrative, that eludes our approach due to a certain squirming of deeply buried uncertainties regarding existence itself.
We prefer light to darkness and shy away from the our own peril. This is, if anything, an irony of the human condition. Perhaps it is the entrapment of certain buffers, moats, membranes that allow us to think the grass is greener on the other side. A dangerous dilemma faces us if we ignore an alternative. Perhaps is the axis on which all things turn, which are images, composites and imaging itself is a pinhole camera, a reality tunnel as suggested by Robert Anton Wilson.

With this comes pretense as a means of exchange, and the question is, what is for sale? Is our pretense, a commodity to be used as one would a automobile, or a ladder? Is our certainty ripe for deconstruction as a means to create a proverbial carrier wave that allows creatures that are as close to us as our jugular veins yet unknown to us to feed on our crops of defining behaviorism's An intentional monkey wrench to separate, divide against a middle to create ambiguity in the intellect which may be a slight of hand that becomes living memory onto which the faceless may reside.

“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?”
― Nathan Reese Maher

 For us, the living it is a vehicle, a experiential distinction that is relentlessly recombinant. There have been phantom trucks, phantom automobiles that have given the living a close encounter, more of them that I can recount here. Phantom ships that pursue their initial courses. Then we have in our age phantom space vehicles who from time to time, give the living a ride upon apparitional stagecraft.What is the purpose of these exchanges? Then, there are, from time to time, phantom airplane crashes..that are as diaphanous as phantom space vehicles.

When is a phantom plane crash not a phantom plane crash in relation to the naivety that falls between the skeptic and the uncertainty as a blanket? The anomalous tells us that there are huge portions of our vocabulary for which we have no terms and more importantly, neither the skeptic by inverse logic nor the researcher by their intellect can substitute words for the experiential, especially when it demonstrates ambiguity that we have a behavioral tick as the plight of our condition, the lost cause of disambiguation.

Or consider the accounts collected by Jose Caravaca, bearing in mind, a cross referencing or correspondance to that of other phanton encounters, we would catagorise as "ghosts". Yet because they appear to be A, they may be B, or C, or "other" we take them at their face value at their most shallow appearance, they appear to be on a deeper level what they are most certainly are not, which gives rise to a further consideration of a fakery that knows a great deal about our fallacies and it may be that this may be experientially true of a contingent our of terrestrially based sentience who are dire opportunists.

 "I abandoned the extraterrestrial hypothesis in 1967 when my own field investigations disclosed an astonishing overlap between psychic phenomena and UFOs ... The objects and apparitions do not necessarily originate on another planet and may not even exist as permanent constructions of matter. It is more likely that we see what we want to see and interpret such visions according to our contemporary beliefs."- John Keel
More on this later.

Division Versus Multiplication To Derive a Sum.
The entire issue of disambiguation of the anomalous is that are vectors for making the liminal empirical may be myths we tell ourselves unwittingly by anticipation. Our coloring book of semantics may be a mythology in relation to the brackets of our language which then, in turn, often creates belief, in what may a random  syllabus, that superimposes our most buried instinctual fears into fairy tales, happy endings that follow a linear arc that folds together all the existential uncertainties we have with a self comforting blanket of an eternity under the term "heaven", much imagined as satirized by Kurt Vonnegut,a proverbial never ending birthday party full of balloons, treats and a celebratory host of companions that never ends.

"When a man begins to know himself a little he will see in himself many things that are bound to horrify him. So long as a man is not horrified at himself he knows nothing about himself."
-P.D. Ouspensky

 That this may be so, is something we do not speak of in polite company as it is taboo, without ever being labelled as such. In my own research, there are no "sacred cows". Everything must be sifted irregardless of the consequences in terms of the comforting in isolation that we offer ourselves when the well laid plan of a neat narrative arc goes South. Deconstruction is a two sided blade.

 “My way of learning is to heave a wild and unpredictable monkey-wrench into the machinery.”
― Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon

Where does this blanket arise it may be that what we do know is more disquieting than what we don't know..and making "sense" of this quandary leads us to compartmentalize slings from arrows. UFOs from other apparitions, ghost imagery of the dead from purported close encounters with extraterrestrials..a sort of basic syllabus, a coloring book..It was Carl Jung who rightfully stated that; "We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgment of the intellect is only part of the truth." The babble of ITC conjoined to mixed messages of both "alien" and discarnate jokers who are as serious in this game as a heart attack. The joke is on us perhaps..

Keep in mind that in these days, it takes more courage to say one does not know than to say one does know. This is the thread of the human condition, warts and all..we substitute terms for critical thought which requires uncertainty to begin with on our little journey. The overwhelmingly striking correspondences between NDE, OBE and "alien abductions" ( which I term inductions) have been placed to the side of a result of our buying into the game that is being played. We have largely fallen for it hook, line and sinker. That is the point of the exercise.
I think John Keel came very close to this realization as outlined in his ruminations on the subject.

 “There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.”
― Sherwood Anderson

Faceless Masks and A Game of Parasitic Existence
Encounters that once reported, take on a life of their they represent laying the groundwork of a substituted stage for the digestion of the human psyche to provide a means of erstwhile existence, a compromise  between the living and the dead that has been a very effective trick, a manipulation, complete with PSI effects that avoids a heavenly "reward"? Perhaps to some this reward is a game akin to the stalker who proffers candy to an innocent, perhaps the dead see their situation as far from roses, roses..."a thing blown by the winds"..

From little acorns, big trees grow in the mind in a semiotic entanglement of "manifested" signs and the signified, all individuated and yet all are networked much like the internet in perhaps what is a physics of information that is but a stage, for yet another more complex and sophisticated process that uses this as much as we do in eating an apple, or some other forms of sustainable like images, emotions, the intellect..each is a proverbial farmstead of undigested beef for absorption that may be but a subset within an equation we cannot access, and so we dream and imagine what life may represent, not knowing the relationship of the eating and the eaten, which is the gist of mythos.  Are the 57 varieties of alleged alien encounters represent a contingent of creatures without a face? Not possessing a stage, perhaps this is the impetus to create one, borrowing from us like pick pockets..If this is so, then nothing is true and everything is in a twist of our psyche's clothing. A necessary trick.

When I read Michael Prescott's essay on the deleterious psychological effects on the rational and necessary critical thinking needed to retain one's balance and orientation to prosaic reality, that lead some who delve into ITC or other ghost behaviors, specifically communications or exchanges to suicide, some to gullibility, some to disassociation, I was struck by the correspondence with the demise and \or decline of some famous examples of who researched UFOs. Is this simply a striking coincidence?

 I think of others who have been manipulated and hoisted by their own petards when entangled with such hungry ghosts, beyond researchers of both UFO phenomenon and ghost communications, the most well known that comes to mind is Phillip K Dick, author of Blade Runner,and more importantly, the semi-autobiographical VALIS, The word VALIS is the acronym for Vast Active Living Intelligence System. Later, PKD theorized that VALIS was both a "reality generator" and a means of extraterrestrial communication.
Thus, PKD depending on the witness you speak to, experienced either a severely transiently psychotic episode or actually encountered a form of sentience that twisted him into ontological knots that later took on a literary patina.

To mask:

 To cover with a decorative or protective mask.
2. To make indistinct or blurred to the senses: spices that mask the strong flavor of the meat.
3. To cover in order to conceal, protect, or disguise. See Synonyms at disguise.
4. To block the view of: Undergrowth masked the entrance to the cave.
5. To cover (a part of a photographic film) by the application of an opaque border.
6. Chemistry To prevent (an atom or a group of atoms) from taking part in a normal reaction.
1. To put on a mask, especially for a masquerade ball.
2. To conceal one's real personality, character, or intentions.

Are we possessive in our being possessed in a biological host, where the stomach of personality to digest experience becomes a matter of self definition and self distinction in that we, not another, distinguishes ourselves as to where we understandably discount that we are played by the piano? What happens when the lease ends, the piano is taken away, the actor loses the context of the stage? Is this the quandary of the dead who refuse to go gently into the light of night? Be absorbed or attempt to repossess as best they can, the stage, the piano, the tenuous lease? Such ghosts would be possessive, territorial and in the throes of an addiction to being defined, to repossess their homes so to speak. Habitation as a necessity of life beyond simple biology. The collective and individuated subconscious as the Janus face that is revealed as our shadow when the props are pulled out in terms of the mind's engagement with waking engagement by exchanges of navigation and orientation may have more to do with enthrallment as a form of possession for which no text can be anything other than incommensurable to this entanglement, albeit a transitory dance.

 "Anyone who wants to know the human psyche will learn next to nothing from experimental psychology.  He would be better advised to abandon exact science, put away his scholar's gown, bid farewell to his study, and wander with human heart through the world.  There in the horrors of prisons, lunatic asylums and hospitals, in drab suburban pubs, in brothels and gambling-hells, in the salons of the elegant, the Stock Exchanges, socialist meetings, churches, revivalist gatherings and ecstatic sects, through love and hate, through the experience of passion in every form in his own body, he would reap richer stores of knowledge than text-books a foot thick could give him, and he will know how to doctor the sick with a real knowledge of the human soul". -- Carl Jung

Tunnel Visions
Perhaps the white light defines death, not eternal life but the mind gives rise to the same anticipatory buffers it utilized to navigate vividly experiential mixed messages. Perhaps a sizable population of the dead feels cheated, abides no such ultimate risk as to a happy ending..which is simply what eternal life, I suppose, portrays as some sort of reward, gift or what have you..that masks absolute annihilation of  this this little seed pod floating about between the pages of a meta-novel of their own creation. I recall a exchange I had with a certain prominent researcher formerly associated with Bigelows paranormal research, who related in turn, his conversation in this regard with a Siberian Shaman whose take on the dead came as a sharp left turn to him , in the weighing of unrequited torture, sudden death..all of those nasty bits we sweep under the carpet until the carpet becomes Mount Everest in terms of unfinished business. Then that chapter of "Holy Planet Purgatory" that lodged itself in my head by way of Gurdjieff regarding the transit of the dead who lack an spacial orientation to the living outside of the information of the mind's neurology and physics that I continue to wrestle with as if I were attempting to walk upside down on the ceiling.

Besides all I have mentioned, there are also there the very best, in regard to convenience as well as to speed, what are called ‘Egolionopties,’ or, as they are still sometimes called, ‘Omnipresent-platforms.’
“These Egolionopties freely move in all directions in the atmosphere of the holy planet, at any desired speed, even at that speed in which the second degree suns of our Universe fall...."

All of this gestating, fermenting over spacial ruminations..

The dead may surmise accurately that they own nothing but themselves, and by hook or crook they become parasitic to the living by guile, opportunism and manipulation. In mass, perhaps they have become rebellious against the constitution of the game that allows no opting out, the possession of the possessed, may have created an unseen form of perverse ( to some) evolution, to repossess life by way of the living, to live through our fruits that we bear to their table by our nature.

Their works are perhaps staged using our own raw materials as they have none. The MIB may be ghosts who ward off the scent of any rebellion, wherein the dead have found  a means to reenter life by "omnipresent platforms" whose many images constitute a substitute vehicle outside of the carrier wave of the human mind..
"A man in Minnesota wrote to me recently about his problem with men-in-black. He called them morticians. He thought that their manner and looks were like those of a mortician in an English comedy. He was seeing them all over his home town.
There are several areas to this whole weird business. On one hand we have real UFO phenomena -- strange lights passing over the earth, probably since time began. The UFO intelligences are aware that we are going to see these lights occasionally when conditions are just right so they have to give us an explanation. Different generations have been given different explanations.
These intelligences have staged whole events over a long period of time to support those explanations. We have the fairy faith in Middle Europe; we have the vampire and various other kinds of legends. We have the mysterious airships in 1897. Now we have spaceships. But all of these things are nothing but a cover for the real phenomenon -- whatever it is.
On the ground, as well as in the air, there are real things happening that they don't want us to know about, so they give us lots of cover stories. The men-in-black support the cover stories in many of these instances.
What they are trying to hide may be frightening, even incomprehensible to us, but it does seem that they are using us in some fashion.
It may be more than a rumor that young people are being collected from college campuses after the memories of their families and friends have been altered so that they will not remember the existence of these children. As farfetched as this sounds, there may be more truth to it than to some of the other theories we are kicking around.
We are being used in some fashion, and UFO intelligences don't want us to discover how they are using us. So all this other stuff is camouflage. And I keep trying to peel away the layers of this camouflage. I keep trying to come up with something real and substantial.
Perhaps if we could find out what they are doing to us, we could stop them. But once we found out what it was, they might stop of their own volition. And do something else for a change. It may be the end of the game once we figure out what they are doing to us." -John Keel 1973

The more we react, the more the food of the dead is offered on an altar of energy entrained to their "existence" so to speak.The demonic is used to label that which is poised against life, but then again this may be a invasion of hungry ghosts see their absorption or annihilation as demonic as say, we would an atomic flash, and so there is a strange moral , or lack of moral grounding regarding this except for what vested interest you have in regard to what ground you hold from whence your judgement is made, albeit with a surfeit of knowledge.This certainly doesn't strike as a monarchical universe, but more like a free for all in heaven as it is on Earth. Somewhat disquieting, but then again, so is life at it's core, yes?

A Zoology of Masks
Perhaps the dead will return to walk the earth, perhaps they have found the means as above, so below as they say..vehicles of the dead... empty masks without a face... creatures without a taxonomy.....ghosts of strange airships..... gigantic orbs, as blobs or.... The Greys..take your pick..both of  all and none of the above stagecraft used to gain entrance into the world of the living. What do they want? Life on any degree or term..Can they have it? After a fashion perhaps, like the shells concreted by images wrested from the minds of the living, as a dispossession anchored to everywhere and nowhere in particular, like a flock of birds, the dead range above us and of course are embryonic within us in a dialog that lacks a context. There are few places but in the mind where the twain meets.


  1. Do you think these "waking dreams" (so to speak) are initiated by an external agent, or do you think they're something closer to (collective) unconscious projections? (The Id monster from Forbidden Planet kept comes to mind.)

    1. I think this phenomenon is like a two sided coin that is attached to a spacial geometry. That is to say there is a shared space that separates the two sides. One one side in our dimensional space, we predominate and on the other, they do. However the two sided coin that has shared space...this shared space is human consciousness affixed, adapted to this space..and yet it is a problem of language in terms of relationships. If there is an parallel universe with differing spacial characteristics and we access it by leaving the somatic or body behind, then what remains is not human in the way we define a human. We largely define ourselves either unwittingly or willingly and this identity has no purpose or utility in this "parallel" universe. However you could say personality is a mask, and when the mask is removed, it may become a game of "borrowing" masks because you do not have one. Some are deeply attached, identified with having this orientation on our side of the coin and desire to return but this is impossible. So, they seek life as a sort of parasite on this side of this coin but they cannot return, just as we cannot travel to this place they occupy except under rare circumstances. Yet, even when we do, we are not fully there, just as on the inverse for them. I suggest and suspect, they are not individuated as we are, they are analogous to an energetic mass that seeks rooting in a sort of mutation of evolution, that is why I termed it a rebellion. I think we have a simplistic view of what evolution constitutes. This fits the mold of greater complexity but in a perverse manner to our religions, desire for neat outcomes, a sort of denial that we are not very pleasant customers and we can turn on a dime. Perhaps it is an involution..It may be that there is no happy ending of an endless carnival of the guarantee. We want one in all of our animal drives..survival..and it may be we do not dictate the terms of this survival. I suspect there are no extraterrestrials etc except as masks we provide to this other side of the coin.

  2. Part Two
    Most researchers ( with all due respect) have played a trick on themselves that feeds this phenomenon. I noted that there is a relationship to the coherence of the mass of shared identities we provide as well as anticipations on the whole ( as a group mind) that triggers seeing the same creature in image more than once, or creates flaps that has more to do with a quantum effect than it does cartography. Atmospheric conditions must be ripe inasmuch I believe this phenomenon is like the keyed cylinders in a lock much like the principle of another area a being investigated that of quantum cryptography. There has to be a match on several levels like the cut of a key.

  3. Hi Bruce,
    I so enjoy reading your blogs-in recent times it has even become a very pleasant way to leave the mundane horrors behind for a little bit and concentrate on theories of the underlying reality of 'all this'.
    This post and your comments was particulary interesting to me.
    For a bit -well actually like over 2 years really- I either stopped dreaming at night or couldnt ever remember my dreams. I recently changed two habits -lowered caffeine intake and started drinking some anti-tension, sleep helper kind of hot tea at night- and finally I have started to remember my journeys to the other side (wherev er that may be:-) at night and even when I have a dream that is more of a strange dream even 'bad scary' strange I am very thankful I can at least think over them now after such a long time!
    all the best to you my friend,